Epilogue 2
As they keep bickering good-naturedly, Valek and Whiskey—and now Plague—arguing over the ranking of the short list of names that start with the letter V, I catch Wraith's eye again. He's watching the exchange with clear amusement, his sharp teeth glinting in the firelight as he maneuvers bites of fish into his mouth. As if he can tell I’m wondering what he’s thinking, he signs with one hand.
Just happy.
Me too, I sign back to him, tears pricking my eyes.
After everything we've been through, all the pain and violence and fear, we've found this. This moment of peace, of family, gathered around a fire and sharing a meal.
We eat in comfortable silence for a while, savoring the food and each other's company. As the sun dips lower on the horizon, I can't help but marvel at how far we've come.
"So," Plague says eventually, setting his empty plate aside. "I assume you've all noticed Ivy's... condition."
Heat floods my face as five pairs of eyes lock onto me with laser focus. My impending heat has been the elephant in the room all day, but trust Plague to address it head-on.
"Kind of hard to miss," Whiskey mutters, shifting uncomfortably.
Thane clears his throat. "We should discuss how we want to handle this. It's Ivy's first heat with all of us, and?—"
"And I don't want to take the suppressants again," I interrupt, my voice steadier than I feel. "I... I want to share it. With all of you."
The silence that falls is deafening. I can practically hear the gears turning in their heads as they process my words. Wraith is the first to react, a low, hungry growl building in his chest. Valek's silver eyes sharpen and Whiskey looks like he might spontaneously combust.
Plague and Thane exchange a loaded glance, having one of their silent conversations. Sometimes I wish they'd both stop thinking for once.
"There's something else, too," I add.
They all watch me, hanging on my every word.
"I meant what I said before we went to war, about wanting all of you to mark me," I continue. "Tonight's the night I want to do it."
And it's clear from the way they're staring at me like wolves staring at a lamb, they want the exact same thing. They want to claim me as their omega.
Forever.
"Are you sure?" Plague asks carefully, his voice husky. "It will be… intense, especially with you being in heat."
I lift my chin, meeting his gaze steadily. "Intensity never scared me."
Another weighted silence falls over our circle. The tension is ratcheting up, the air growing thick with alpha musk and my own spiking scent. My skin feels too tight, every nerve ending hypersensitive.
It's Thane who finally breaks the silence, his deep voice rough with barely contained desire. "We'll take care of you."
Whiskey lets out a shaky breath. "Fuck, is it hot out here or is it just me?"
"It's you," Valek says dryly. "Or rather, it's her." His hungry gaze hasn't left me since I made my declaration.
Wraith shifts closer, his massive frame radiating heat. He doesn't speak, but the intensity in his blue eyes says volumes. His hand finds mine, engulfing it completely, and I lean into his solid warmth.
Having all my alphas here with me while I slip into the first heat I've ever wanted is making it impossible to hold it back. A hot shiver lances up my spine and I let out a thin whimper before I can stop myself.
"We should move this inside," Plague says, always the voice of reason.
I nod, grateful for his levelheadedness even as flames burn through my veins. "Good idea."
As we start to clean up from dinner, I can feel the electric charge in the air. Every accidental brush of skin sends sparks shooting through me. My alphas move around me with careful precision, like satellites orbiting a sun that's about to go supernova.
And in a way, that's exactly what's about to happen.
Before we head into the villa, I glance back out at the Surhiiran lake, taking in the serene sight of the last rays of sunlight painting the sky and shimmering water in vivid shades of gold and violet.
It's beautiful.
But all I can think about is my alphas.
My skin feels like it's on fire as I push the hidden door open and stumble into my nest, my legs trembling beneath me. The cool silk sheets covering the middle are a shock against my overheated flesh as I collapse into them. Another wave of heat rolls through me, making me whimper and curl in on myself. My clothes feel too tight, too confining.
I want them off.
I want cool air on my skin.
I want...
I want my alphas.
As if summoned by my thoughts, I hear them in the room outside the den. I catch their scents as they wait for permission to enter the nest.
"Come in," I say hoarsely.
They slip in one by one, their eyes dark with hunger as they take in the sight of me sprawled across the bed. The air grows thick with their scents, making my head spin.
"Fuck," Whiskey breathes, his honey-brown eyes wide. "You smell incredible, wildcat."
I reach for him with trembling hands. "Please," I gasp. "I need..."
"We know what you need," Thane rumbles, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "And we're going to take care of you. All of us."
They surround the bed, forming a circle of protective alpha energy that makes me feel safe even as desire burns through my veins. Plague's gaze sweeps over me, assessing as he takes a glove off, reaches down, and presses the cool back of his hand against my feverish forehead.
"Your temperature is elevated," he murmurs. "Full heat will hit within fifteen minutes. We need to get you more comfortable."
Wraith growls softly in agreement, his massive hands already working on my dress. I arch into his touch, desperate for skin-on-skin contact. The fabric falls away, leaving me bare to their hungry gazes.
"Beautiful," Valek purrs, silver eyes gleaming. "Our perfect little omega."
Another wave of heat crashes over me, and I cry out, overwhelmed by it all. Everything is too much and not enough all at once.
I need their hands on me.
Their mouths.
Their cocks.
"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.
"Shh," Thane soothes, stroking my hair. "We've got you. Just let go. Let us take care of you."
I nod frantically, beyond words now as instinct takes over. My thighs are slick with arousal, my pussy clenching around nothing. I need to be filled. I need to be knotted. If I don't get them all, I'm going to go insane.
The alphas exchange loaded glances.
Then, as if choreographed, they begin to undress.
Plague goes first, those light blue eyes locked on mine as he slowly peels off his other glove. The sight of his bare hands, and the promise of what I'm sure he's going to do with them, makes me shiver with renewed fire. He takes his time with each button of his crisp white shirt, revealing tantalizing glimpses of lean muscle. When he slips off his slacks, his cock is already hard, the knot at the base partially swollen.
Whiskey is less patient as he unbuckles his belt and takes off his pants. His chestnut hair is wild, honey-brown eyes blazing with desire as he strips. I drink in the sight of his tanned skin, his broad shoulders, the thick muscles of his arms and chest, his padded midsection, his massive cock. When he catches me staring, he grins that lopsided grin that never fails to make my heart skip.
"Like what you see?"
I nod, not trusting my voice. My eyes are drawn to Thane as he begins to undress next. He moves with that quiet, controlled grace that always captivates me. His dark eyes never leave mine as he slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing the chiseled planes of his muscular body. The fabric whispers as it falls to the floor, and I have to bite back a whimper at the sight of all that skin on display.
Thane's hands move to his belt next, and I find myself holding my breath. The soft clink of metal seems impossibly loud in the heated silence of the nest. He takes his time, drawing out the moment until I'm practically squirming with impatience. When he finally pushes his pants down over those powerful thighs, I can't help the soft moan that escapes me at the sight of his hard cock, a bead of precome already glistening on the tip.
Valek goes next. He's already shirtless from his sparring brawl with Whiskey, but when he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants, he draws out the moment. A smirk plays at the corners of his lips as he slowly pushes them down, baring the cut of his hips. My breath catches as his cock springs free, already hard and curving up toward his defined abs, silver cock piercings glinting in the low light.
My memory brings me right back to that first night together, where I learned just what the studs of those piercings feel like thrusting against my spot, and my core clenches at the sudden flashback.
I lick my lips, suddenly parched.
Whiskey's staring at the piercings in shock, as if he's never noticed them before. "What the fuck, man, didn't that hurt?"
"That's the point," Valek says smoothly.
The last alpha to undress is Wraith. His massive hands move with surprising dexterity as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, starting from the collar and moving straight down. I'm sure he doesn't intend it to be a torturous strip tease because that isn't his personality, but that's exactly what it is.
He shrugs off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. My gaze roams over his body as he unbuckles his belt and steps out of his pants, his muscles flexing beneath his scarred skin. I take in the map of scars that tell the story of everything he's survived. Some are thick and ropey, others thin and silvery.
All of them beautiful to me.
When he straightens, fully naked now, I can't help the soft whimper that escapes me. He's massive everywhere, his cock already hard and curving up. The sharp points of his teeth gleam as he parts his jaws slightly, scenting the air.
They all look so hungry.
The sight makes another surge of heat roll through me. I cry out, arching off the bed as liquid fire races through my veins.
My skin feels too tight, too hot.
I need...
I need my alphas.
I need them inside me so badly it hurts.
"Please," I whimper.
In an instant, they're ducking to get further into the nest beneath the sloped ceiling, surrounding me. Hands stroke my overheated skin, leaving trails of electricity in their wake. Mouths press kisses to my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. I'm drowning in sensation, lost in a sea of alpha musk and desperate need.
Plague's cool hands cup my face, forcing me to focus on him. "Breathe, Ivy," he says softly.
I nod frantically. His lips capture mine in a searing kiss that steals what little breath I have left. As his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I feel Whiskey's calloused hands on my thighs, gently spreading them.
"Fuck, you're soaked," he growls. The first swipe of his tongue against my dripping pussy has me keening into Plague's mouth.
Thane's deep voice rumbles from somewhere near my ear. "That's it. Let us hear you."
I break away from Plague's kiss with a gasp for air as Whiskey's tongue laps hungrily at my clit and I realize I might not be able to breathe again for a minute. Two fingers slide into me easily, curling to hit that spot that makes me see stars. My hips buck against his face, chasing more friction, more pressure, more everything.
"So responsive," Valek purrs from my other side. His hand trails down my body, fingertips barely ghosting over my skin. When he reaches my breast, he rolls my nipple between his fingers.
Wraith's massive frame looms over me, his blue eyes burning with hunger. He leans down, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. I feel the sharp points of his teeth grazing my skin and shiver.
I arch my back as Whiskey's tongue works magic between my thighs. The rough stubble on his chin scrapes against my sensitive flesh as he devours me like a man starved. My fingers tangle in his chestnut hair, pulling him in closer. I'm vaguely aware of the alphas' voices above me, discussing logistics, but their words blur together in the haze my mind is swimming in as Whiskey devours me.
"We need to make this good for her," Thane rumbles. "Better than she's ever had before."
"Agreed," says Plague. "Perhaps if we..."
I don't care how they do it.
I just need them inside me, filling me, claiming me.
Now.
"Please," I whimper, rocking my hips against Whiskey's face.
Valek's hand cups my cheek, turning my face toward him. "Open up for me," he purrs.
I part my lips eagerly, desperate for something to suck on. The thick head of his cock pushes past my lips and I moan around him, savoring the familiar taste. As I take him deeper, my tongue finds the metal studs of his piercings.
"Yes," Valek groans. "Get it nice and wet."
His words make me clench around Whiskey's fingers with a whimper, imagining Valek's pierced cock stretching me open. I redouble my efforts, sucking him deeper, swirling my tongue around the piercings.
"Fuck," Valek hisses. Whatever comes next is in Vrissian. His hips twitch, pushing his cock further down my throat. I respond by hollowing my cheeks as I work him with my mouth, pushing the round metal studs in circles. The angle is awkward with me on my back, but I don't care.
I need this.
Need to please them.
Need them to claim me thoroughly.
Whiskey chooses that moment to seal his lips around my clit and suck hard. I cry out around Valek's cock, my back arching off the bed again. Whiskey's stubble scrapes harder against my inner thighs as he devours me, his fingers curling to hit that spot inside me that makes me see stars.
"So fucking good," Whiskey growls into my pussy.
I whine around Valek's cock, torn between the dual sensations of fullness in my mouth and the relentless electric surging between my thighs.
It's too much.
And not enough.
I need more.
Need all of them.
"Wait," Plague's voice cuts through the haze. "I want to try something."
Whiskey pulls back, his chin glistening with my slick. "What?" he asks, his voice husky.
Plague's eyes are dark with desire as he looks at Whiskey. "I want you to lay under Ivy, taking her pussy while I take her ass. She can suck the others off that way. A new way to take her all at once."
My breath catches at his words.
"Fuck," Whiskey growls. "I'm game if she is."
I nod eagerly, letting Valek's cock slip from my mouth with a wet pop. The heat coursing through my veins demands to be sated, and I'll take anything they're willing to give me.
"Alright then," Thane rumbles. "Let's get her ready."
Gentle hands help me up, positioning me on my hands and knees. I whimper at the loss of contact, my clit tingling, but then Whiskey's pulling me on top of him. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance as I settle onto his broad torso, and I push back instinctively, desperate to be filled.
"Easy, wildcat," he murmurs, gripping my hips to hold me still. "Let's take this slow."
I want to protest, to beg him to just fuck me already, but then I feel Plague's fingers wetting themselves in my slick. I whimper and grind back against his hand desperately as two of his fingers delve into my pussy, soaking his hand.
"Hold still," Plague says gently, his fingers already probing at my other entrance. He works me open carefully with a single digit, sliding it in and out up to the first knuckle, curling it around and pressing against the tight inner ring of muscle.
The stretch burns slightly, but in the best way possible.
"You're doing so well," Plague says softly.
His praise sends a shiver down my spine. I rock back against his fingers even though it hurts, silently begging for more. Whiskey's cock is still poised at my entrance, not quite breaching me, just pressing, and the anticipation is driving me insane.
"Hurry," I whimper. "I need… I need…"
"We know what you need," Valek purrs from somewhere to my left. "And you're going to get it all."
Plague's fingers withdraw, and I barely have time to mourn their loss before I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my ass. At the same time, Whiskey starts to ease into my pussy, the thick drag of him setting every nerve ending alight.
"Oh fuck," I gasp as they both start to push in. The stretch is intense, bordering on too much just like the last time, but the heat burning through me demands more.
"So tight," Whiskey groans beneath me. His hands tighten on my hips, guiding me down onto him inch by agonizing inch. My hands scrabble on his broad chest for purchase as he buries himself to the knot inside me.
Plague's breath is hot against my neck as he slowly works his way in. "Breathe, Ivy," he murmurs. "Just relax."
I try to follow his instructions, forcing my muscles to unclench as they fill me so completely. It feels like they're rearranging my insides, claiming every part of me. When they're finally fully seated, I let out a shaky breath that bubbles out as a cry. I can barely breathe at all, crushed between the two alphas.
"You okay?" Whiskey asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
I nod, not trusting my voice. The fullness is overwhelming in the best way possible. I feel split open, totally and utterly claimed by them both.
They start slow, careful not to overwhelm me. But as the initial discomfort fades, replaced by waves of pleasure, I grow impatient. I rock against them as much as I can in this position, grinding my throbbing clit against Whiskey's padded midsection.
"Fuck," Plague hisses. His hips snap forward, driving into me harder, his palms slamming down into the nest on either side of Whiskey's head as he barely restrains himself from crushing me completely beneath him. He's lean for an alpha, but he's still so much bigger than I am.
Panting, I clench around them both, relishing the way it makes them groan in unison. Whiskey's hands slide up to palm my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples as they squish into his hands with every thrust.
"Ride us, wildcat," he growls.
I don't need to be told twice. I start to move in earnest, fucking myself back onto their cocks. Every thrust hits spots I didn't even know existed, sending shockwaves through my entire body. My eyes roll back into my head like a person possessed as I writhe between them, pinned in place.
"Look at her," Thane's deep voice rumbles from somewhere nearby. "So brave, taking two cocks at once."
I force my eyes open, not even realizing I'd closed them. Thane and Wraith are watching us with hungry eyes, their cocks hard and precome beading steadily on their crowns. Valek stands closer, his silver eyes gleaming.
"Don't forget Valek," Plague says, his voice rough with exertion. "You can still use your mouth."
The thought of being filled from all sides, of pleasuring all my alphas at once, makes me shudder uncontrollably. I'm only vaguely aware I'm screaming when a cock stuffs my mouth, silencing me. It takes me a moment to realize it's Valek again, clearly not finished fucking my face, and only because his piercings are rubbing against the roof of my mouth.
"What a good girl," Valek purrs. "Finish me."
All I can do is suck and squirm and try to breathe, stuffed full from both ends with Plague pounding my ass and Whiskey thrusting up into my pussy. My body feels impossibly stretched, impaled on their massive cocks.
I choke slightly as Valek pushes deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes, but I force myself to relax, to take him deeper. He withdraws just enough that I can breathe and changes the angle, his silver piercings rubbing against the roof of my mouth as he slides in and out.
"Take it all," Valek purrs.
I whimper around his thick length, overwhelmed by the fullness. Whiskey's huge hands grip my hips, guiding me up and down on his cock. The muscles in his stomach buried beneath the thick layer of padding tense with each thrust. Plague's lean body covers my back, caging me in as he fucks into my ass with ruthless precision.
I feel so small between them, utterly at their mercy.
"Fuck, she's so tight," Whiskey groans. His cock stretches me impossibly wide, the edge of his knot bumping against my entrance with each thrust. His burly body vibrates with purrs meant to soothe me, but I can't even process what's happening as the three alphas use me thoroughly.
Plague purrs, too, the vibrations tingling in my body as I'm crushed between them making me squirm all over again. My body burns with need, desperate for more. For all of them. I rock back to meet their thrusts, taking them as deep as I can even though it feels like I'm going to tear open.
Whiskey's hands knead my breasts, his rough calluses scratching against my sensitive nipples. I arch my back to drive my breasts against his palms, moaning, the motion and vibrations making Valek hiss. His cock twitches in my mouth.